Chapter (অধ্যায়): CHAPTER III : MORNING TALKS AT ALMORA PAGE-355Page: 355 of 548


And indeed as we went through the countrysides of northern India this summer, we had many chances of noting how deep this Krishna myth had set its mark upon the people. The songs that dancers chanted as they danced in the roadside hamlets were all of Râdhâ and Krishna. And the Swami was fond of a state­ment, as to which we, of course, could have no opinion, that the Krishna‑worshippers of India had exhausted the possibilities of the romantic motive in lyric poetry. . . .

But throughout these days the Swami was fretting to be away and alone. The place where he had heard of Mr. Good­win's loss was intolerable to him, and letters to be written and received constantly renewed the wound. He said one day that Shri Ramakrishna, while seeming to be all Bhakti, was really within all Jnâna; but he himself, apparently all Jnana, was full of Bhakti, and that thereby he was apt to be as weak as any woman.

One day he carried off a few faulty lines of someone's writing and brought back a little poem, which was sent to the widowed mother as his memorial of her son. . . . [Vide "Requi‑escat in Pace", Complete Works, IV: 389.]

And then, because there was nothing left of the original and he feared that she who was corrected (because her lines had been "in three metres") might be hurt, he expatiated, long and earnestly upon the theme, that it was so much greater to feel poetically than merely to string syllables together in rhyme and metre.1 He might be very severe on a sympathy or an opinion



Foot Note:

1     In the original manuscript of the book Sister Nivedita added the follow­ing note:

"In obedience to the beloved wish of S. Sara, I give here the original lines:

Speed forth, lonely Soul, upon thy star‑strewn path,

Spread, lonely soul, upon thy meditative way,

Freed from the mists of time and sense__

     Ascend;

Service complete and service accepted, from

Thy home in the deep heart of Love Transcendent find

Incense and flowers and music fill thy place behind thee,

     Rest, weary soul!

Severed all bonds that held thee, ended thy quest__

Then lost in the ocean__one with the Life Immortal.

     Peace, happy soul!

"'It has three metres'__said the Master. Again, he said, 'The line that really strikes the poetic note is that__"Thy home in the deep heart of Love Transcendent find"'."